Ex Patriots' Day Songtext
von Gerry Wall

Don′t miss the winter, I don't miss the cold.
I don′t miss my tires going flat at 40 below.
I don't need another holiday
But I still want to celebrate ex Patriots' Day.

Living in New York is like a rebirth
Even in a 12 by 12 foot room I′m the king of the earth
I wouldn′t want it any other way
But I still want to celebrate ex Patriots' Day.


Who deals the cards?
Who rules the stars?
And who knows the meaning of home
We all do (when we go).

I don′t miss your kiss, I don't miss the fights
I don′t miss the itching nerves like mosquito bites
I don't need another holiday
But I still have to say
I wouldn′t want it any other way
But I still have to say
I don't miss the lover who walked away
But I still want to celebrate ex Patriots' Day.